your predjudice

“I am the baby of teen pregnancy”

I say this proudly but you question it

why?

Why give me sympathy for this?

In the middle of a conversation

About things, you’re nervous for in high school and this happens to come up

And now you feel sorry for me

Tell me your reasons for feeling sorry

No no don’t cower now

I want to know

Is it because my mom is younger than yours

Is it because this makes my mom somehow unfit

You don’t know her

You don’t know how amazing she truly is

Did you know I didn’t want to come into this world

So bad that I almost took my mom out of it with me

Me can you believe that I was almost the reason for my mom’s demise

A tiny harmless baby almost wiped out a woman that I absolutely adore

Thinking of a world without her is excruciatingly painful

I can only imagine what she’d feel like if I wasn’t here anymore

Battling depression and all those that thought I wouldn’t make it out of high school

An invisible weight I carry that is beyond serious

Thinking of the day I’ll have to put her in the ground

Next to the place reserved for my father

I’ve done so much to my mom

I’ve lied

I’ve snuck around and have been caught

Because I suck at it I tell on myself

I’ve backstabbed my mom and only after did I sort of learn what I did was wrong

I’ve done so much to this woman who has only stood by me

Asking nothing in return but my honesty

No matter how ugly that truth maybe

Some not ready to come out others that have slipped out

The ones I needed to tell her for my safety

My mother my best friend, my go-to

Your stranger

You don’t know what she has gone through

The hurdles she’s jumped through

Friends that have proven themselves invalid for her company

My mom

Yes she became a mom young

But that isn’t all she is

She’s nothing more than a stranger to you

Now what about highschool are you nervous about how can I be of assistance

You don’t know now

Here let me help you out then

Keep your prejudice to yourself